Since her husband has gone on site, she kept her kid with her parents in their hometown and she preferred to stay alone.She looks like a typical South...Indian with an attractive face, big boobs (should be 36B), reasonable love handles and some fat at the belly (which she might have gained during pregnancy). Within few days we became friends and she used to visit our house once in a while just to kill time and play with my kid.A few months later my wife conceived and we were expecting a kid in. "He sat back on the couch and put the guitar in his lap, his left hand going to the neck, his right twirling a guitar pick. The room was silent, the only sound the muted roar of a vacuum cleaner from somewhere else in the condo as Manny did his housework. He strummed a few times and then grabbed a G chord — his favorite for improvisation — and picked out a brief rhythm. He winced as he heard it."That really sucked," he muttered.He sat back, staring at the blank computer monitor on the desk. Nancy Beth and I were the witnesses for the ceremony. We had invited what immediate family there was. Nancy Beth was an only child and her parents had passed away before I met her. My sister and her husband came from my side of the family and Randall was there along with Rose’s parents, Jeanelle and Gary. Rose had been invited, too, but she declined. Randall told me she was still declining, and doing it at the top of her lungs, when he left the house. We were better off without her.I’ve read. And knocked on the door like I was a man. He opened it almost immediately. With his big smile on his face. And the words. Well, come on in. Let's talk. I couldn't help but smile. And said, with an apprehensive breath. Okey-dokey. My balls begin to almost immediately roll in anticipation of building up a load that I hope was going to be well spent. And was wondering how much he was going to give me in return.Your mom and dad have already driven out to go partying. I saw them cross the bridge..